the curve of your cheek
is the completion
the source
the pulse beneath your skin
is the unfazed thrum
of spacetime in perfect sync
of elegant truths waiting to be known
there are galaxies colliding
atoms fusing
and zygotes merging
there are dewdrops
where tardigrades hunt rotifers
while the world evaporates around them
likewise you and I
exist in this moment
all at once familiar
and undiscovered
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